Come unto these yellow sands,
          And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd
          The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
          Hark, hark!
Bow-wow.
          The watch-dogs bark.
Bow-wow.
          Hark, hark! I hear
          The strain of strutting chanticleer
          Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
          Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
          Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
                              Ding-dong.
          Hark! now I hear them--Ding-dong, bell.